Why the sad face?

Yesterday evening after supper, I got the kids ready and sent them outside.  Josh was mowing and they were anxious to observe him/play.

Only when I got outside two minutes later, I saw Jude and he wasn’t happy.  Actually, he had his shirt off and was chasing Jett around.  I stopped him and asked him what was the matter.

It was this:

I had just changed Jett’s shirt before we went outside and it was a new shirt one of them had received for his birthday.  Apparently, this was the first time Jude noticed it.  Robots!  Hello?  How did he miss that?

Oh, and he wanted it.  In a bad way.

I made Jude put his sweatshirt back on, get up from his knees where he was planted, his hands raised in a prayer-type manner, pleading with me to let him wear the shirt (not exaggerating).

And then I promised the next time it was clean, he could wear it.  Notice I didn’t promise a certain day.  By the time I get through all the laundry in this house, it could be his next birthday before he sees it again.

From then on, he asked Jett in a nice way – every minute – if he could wear the shirt.  But at least no chasing or hitting or use of force in removing the shirt.

Oh, and I made them hug.

Here I told Jude not to smile:

I have mentioned that Jude dresses himself these days, right?  Hope that explains the pleated navy slacks.  Don’t you love it when people (grandmas) call them slacks?  I wonder if he was trying to match?

And the reason we went outside:

I’ve gotsta give Josh crap about this.  Ok, guys, I know I’ve complained about the lack of storage space here in our house.  Well, because of that fact, we are storing lots of things at my in-laws’ house.  Among things in storage are old clothes.  So, I wasn’t thrilled (especially since I’d just gotten rid of boxes of old clothes) Josh came back from their house with a sack of old clothes he wanted to start wearing again.  Among the items?  This sassy pair of Levi’s.  Holy cow. 

So, Honey?  Your butt called and told me to burn these jeans because they’re not doing either of you any favors.

Oooh.  That was harsh.  I’m just jealous, if I tried to wear a pair of jeans from 10 years ago, they wouldn’t even get up over my thighs, let alone get buttoned. 

But, yeah, you’ve proven you can still wear ‘em.  But it doesn’t mean that you should.

And I love you.